The clouds in the sky hung low as the mist created a ghostly landscape. A small commercial fishing vessel bobbed up and down in the choppy gray waves...
Six months later 20 miles north of CopperHarbor, Lake Superior The water shimmered like diamonds as the sunbeams washed over everything that passed t..
Bec's head buried deep in the pillow as muffled sounds attempted to infiltrate the thick, fluffy barrier. Images came and went. Mostly of a young woma..
"What the hell is that?" Doug Wray asked stealing glances at both Captains. Bec closed her eyes to focus on the sensation. It felt as if something was..